Little A(working title): Chapter 1

Chapter 1 The sky was full of smog. Little A wipes the frost off his fat glasses and looks outside the large window in Allahbad.He takes his tiny hands and rubs the window pane. As he peeps closer, his brown eyes sparkled with joy and his incisors dug further into his chin. "Mother, can I go out to play today? Please please." says A."Go go son, get out of here before your mother sees you." winks his father. Little A jumps and runs towards the door but the door knob is shut. Little A turns back and asks, "Father, which side did the door open again?" "To the right buddy. Run along now, your uncle and I are discussing something." A turns back and opens the door knob. Once to the right, again to the right and he keeps going but the door wouldn't open. There is chaos in his head. He is frightened and his palms and forehead are sweaty. There is no sense that he can make. He wants to scream out loud but they would mock him again. He wants to ask for help but they would mock him again. The uncle sits back and laughs loudly. "Good for nothing." The furious father looks at his brother. The brother stopped laughing and suddenly, they heard the door open and bangles clinging. "Remember what I taught you Babu. The door opens on the side we have stuck your painting." Pointing at the abstract painting stuck to the door. 'Whenever you get confused, look at your work and believe in yourself. Where your work lies is always the 'right' direction for you." A's forehead starts to relax when his uncle shouts, "Hold on! Take your cousins also. They are out on a holiday to spend time with you!" A didn't like the thought of playing with his Mumbai cousins. He looked at his mother and started hiding in her saree's drape. "Take them son, I promise it will be fine," said the father looking at his uncle sternly while the uncle nods his head. "Anandita and Anupam, go out and play with A. I shouldn't hear any complaints from that boy."